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Old 05-18-2003, 04:49 PM   #57
Manardariel
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
 
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Anarya studied the man with respect. She would have never thought someone could discribe the feeling of death so well. Her heart recalled the feeling she had had at her fatherīs death. This helplessness, this feeling of being utterly alone, this void inside her- it had never quite left her, but she had learned to get along with it. Kalir had spoken well of it as "losing part of your heart".

She looked around, studying the beautiful, mature, yet not old faces of the Eldar. If they do not know what death is, do they truly cherish life? She suddenly wondered. Could they understand the gift of life, if they werenīt familiar with itīs fading away? Anarya had seen many people being born -her youngest sister, two of her nieces, Orodeth, Buckīs baby brother- and she had seen people die. Maybe she had an experience these learned men and women that had seen so much hadnīt. She had seen life being given, and she had seen it being taken away. Anarya suddenly remembered something her mother had always told her when she was small: Life is too short not to live it.

"If I may add a question," she said out loud, turning to the elves. "What keeps you going today and tomorrow if you know you may well be here for the next century?"

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